Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Hrrm, I know I'm missing the Dream Comic and the Slice of Life Comic- I've been having technical difficulties in various ways but they'll be up soon. Anyways...this week's assignment I managed to get something out, although I will fully admit that my family has very little in the way of anything I'd really want to memorably tell...and what I could think of wasn't very un-mundane. Oh well.

Page 1

Panel 1

Me sitting in a nondescript room (perhaps even a blank panel with just a desk and a chair, I don't know), leaning back, staring at the ceiling, balancing a pencil on my nose (yes, I can do that in real life!)

Narrative Box: There aren't many "Family" stories that I can think of. My family is split, divided, for reasons that I have never quite been totally in control of.

Panel 2

I lean over to write/draw something...

Narrative box: I suppose right about now, I can only think of one sorta fuzzy time, long long ago....

Panel 3

A shot of a New England style neighborhood, afternoonish. The houses Victorian/older in style. It's fall, so most of the leaves have fallen off the trees you can see.

Narrative Box: I was 10 years old. My family had a rare gathering where most of my family lived in New England, because my grandmother had died. I had to be there, of all places, on Halloween.

Panel 4

Two children, a girl and a boy, sillohetted by a bright/dirty window, were talking to each other. One of them is my cousin, the other is me.

Cousin: So what do you want to be for Halloween tonight?

Page 2

Panel 1

Inside, we're sitting in some sort of random kitchen. I look confused, a little bit non-interested at what my cousin had just said.

Me: I don't know....I haven't really thought about it.

Panel 2

Some cute looking picture of me dressed up in a Boston Bruins jersey (erm, here I would obviously provide me or an artist with the exact reference, but essentially it's black w/ gold and white trim and has their "B" logo in the middle of the shirt...) , with black pants, and a hockey stick and helmet that were too big for me.

Box: Last year I was a Boston Bruins player!

Panel 3

Another cute looking picture of me dressed up in a nice shirt, slacks, a top hat, and I have a wand with me.

Box: The year before that I was a magician with one of those trick wands!

Panel 4

Back to "reality". I sigh.

Me: But you know, I'm here....

Me: I don't have any of those things with me...

Panel 5

My cousin talks to me some more, although what he looks like isn't totally important. He kinda looked like me, just well, with short hair. It should be noted that we look exactly the same age.

Cousin: It's okay, we'll think of something.

Cousin: How about a Ghost?

Panel 6:

Me: That's so over done....

Cousin: Yeah...I guess.....

Page 3

Panel 1

The both of us thinking.

Narrative Box: I remember it taking us awhile, but then my cousin finally made the suggestion....

Panel 2

My cousin looks eager to suggest something. I just look more confused.

Cousin: How about a computer?

Panel 3

My cousin is dragging us off panel (someplace else in this non-descript house)

Me: How the are we going to do that?Cousin (Off Panel): You'll see.

Panel 4

A illustration of a box with arm holes cut out of it, and a "screen" (a square) drawn in front of it like a messy marker kid's job...

Box: So, so, apparently, a "computer" comprised of a big TV box with holes cut for my arms and head! And a screen drawn on the front of it in marker!

Panel 5

An illustration of a piece of cardboard with a mouse and a keyboard on it attached to the larger box with string....again kinda looking like a messy kid's job....

Box: And the "keyboard" and "mouse" were also cardboard, attached with string to the box! (or it could have been duct tape...)

Panel 6

Me, dressed in this overly large box/keyboard thing, with a halloween bag.

Me: Oh boy....

Page 4

Panel 1

Me, sitting in a car. There are other various kids talking to my cousin in this car but I was looking out a window....

Box: I don't remember much about who I went with for Halloween that night, I was with my cousin's family on his mother's side I think. There were alot of them.

Panel 2

Kids coming out what was actually a mini van. I'm getting ready to get out.

Box: I guess I had fun that night, but I REALLY remember one overwhelming aspect of that night....

Panel 3

Me, in this huge box "computer" costume, got stuck in the door of this van.

Box: I kept on getting stuck on things!

Panel 4

Me getting stuck in somebody's porch steps (one of those steps that have wooden poles+bannisters inbetween the steps)

Box: Stuck in porches.

Panel 5

Me getting stuck in a random house doorway exiting somebody's house.

Box: Stuck in doorways!

Panel 6

Me getting stuck in the car doorway again but I'm trying to get inside the car this time.

Box: And every time we kept on getting in and out of the car I'd get stuck in some way!

Page 5

Panel 1

Back in the modern age, I pause, biting my eraser, intensely reading over what I had just written/drawn on the random piece of paper at a random desk in a random room.

Panel 2

Same shot, only this time my eyebrow is raised and I look confused as to what I just wrote.

Panel 3

Same shot. One of my hands is covering my paper, I'm looking off in another direction, sighing and looking a little, well, forelorn at what I had just written.

Box: I wish there was more to my tale, but frankly, alot of what I remember about "family" is all very awkward. I'd like to think I've lived a quiet life?

Panel 4

An exaggerated cute looking version of modern me, at the desk from a side angle on the left side of this panel, looking like I'm doing something over the paper.